On Stuffing, Lost Items, and Going Home for the Holidays


As I gather my things for the yearly exodus to the family homestead, I pause and realize: I’ve not been a very good sharer on this side of GDN. Never fear. The weeks of word avoidance will come to an end as they usually do.

In the meantime, Let Chef Kirk Leins encourage you to cook more at home. No time for turkey? Then indulge yourself with Beer Can Chicken. better yet, treat yourself to the best part about Thanksgiving dinner: the stuffing.



Dazed. Not Hurt But Confused


I’ve been reset.

Still processing the events of November 4, 2008.

I believe Obama was the best choice for this country at this time in history.

I remember that, first and foremost, he is a politician. no matter how well intentioned, everything implied with the word ‘politics’ is in play.

Yet I can not stop thinking: this time, the president looks like me. I-I’m going to have to re-crop my cynically tempered world view. You can imagine how confusing this has been.

It’s something I never figured would happen in my lifetime. My parents saw the tail end of the worst of how the USA can treat those it deems second class citizens. I got maybe a third of that treatment growing up. But now. Now I truly believe that anyone can be the president.

Having said that, despite the previous 8 years with the soon to be ex-President, the scrutiny of your coming tenure will be unimaginable, President-elect Barack Obama. Being first is not always the most glamorous place. If you live up to being the man I saw campaigning over the last year then things will be fine.*

Expectant hopeful eyes are on you.



The Road is Ever So Long…


Goodbye, Sol

…but there’s light there. See it? Off in the distance?

Wonderful, glorious light.